"Aren't you from my high school?"
I stopped unloading my basket and looked at the girl ringing me up on the checkout counter. I was in the supermarket, doing the weekly grocery shopping. Her nametag read Joy and I recognized she was in the same year as I was but in another class.
"Yeah," I answered.
She smiled brightly at me. "I was right. I thought you looked familiar."
I simply smiled back and continued to unload the basket. She looked like she was about to say something else when her eyes jerked over my shoulder.
"Wow," she breathed, her gaze focusing on something. "Is that... is that a model?"
Curious, I half-turned to see who she was staring at so intently. And immediately, my jaw dropped open.
Oh, wow.
It was a girl, a tall, voluptuous, beautiful girl maybe about my age.
She
